The Name of the Game Was Murder (2013)
“Mom had insisted that I bring two dresses, so I hung them in a tiny makeshift closet I found in the bathroom and threw open the door of my bedroom.
I stopped with my hand on the doorknob, the cold brass key touching my fingertips, and for a moment I stared at it, a peculiar chill shivering around the back of my neck. While I was inside the room, with the door closed, anyone could have turned that key and locked me in.
Stop that! I told myself. It’s not just a key. It’s an ornament … maybe an in...terior decorator’s attempt to try to carry out a theme in this yucky castle. Big deal. Nobody locks doors inside a house.
But it didn’t matter what I’d told myself. How could I know what people did in Augustus Trevor’s house? I grasped the key and turned it in the lock, feeling it grind and grate until there came a deep and final click, then shoved the key into the hip pocket of my jeans and took off down the winding stairs. I had to talk to someone—anyone. I needed to hear a human voice.MoreLess
I stopped with my hand on the doorknob, the cold brass key touching my fingertips, and for a moment I stared at it, a peculiar chill shivering around the back of my neck. While I was inside the room, with the door closed, anyone could have turned that key and locked me in.
Stop that! I told myself. It’s not just a key. It’s an ornament … maybe an in...terior decorator’s attempt to try to carry out a theme in this yucky castle. Big deal. Nobody locks doors inside a house.
But it didn’t matter what I’d told myself. How could I know what people did in Augustus Trevor’s house? I grasped the key and turned it in the lock, feeling it grind and grate until there came a deep and final click, then shoved the key into the hip pocket of my jeans and took off down the winding stairs. I had to talk to someone—anyone. I needed to hear a human voice.MoreLess
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